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I will remove anyone from my life to protect the peace that I've worked so hard for. Nobody took me out of the dark. I did it on my own.

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where?

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I don't need butterflies in my stomach. I need someone who calms down my nervous system. someone who makes me feel safe.

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I'm better as a concept, aren't I?

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just wanna be someone's favorite person, you know?

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“i can’t do this anymore” says a girl who is not only going to do it but do it well

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Simon Riley headcanons!

Simon gets a kitten!!

- one random night Simon’s coming back home from deployment and finds a kitten left alone on the curb

- the cat distribution system chose him :’)

- Simon being the pookie wookie kind hearted babie he is (lmao) ends up picking her up and checking around for any injuries before keeping her back on the ground

- “u seem alright. Take care i guess.” Just as he begins walking away he hears the tiny tippy taps of the kitten following him. He pauses looking down at her who waits right next to his gigantic boot-worn feet

- guess who brings her home~?

- Simon will be sitting on the floor to his bathroom, the kitten playing with his shoelaces while hes on his phone searching for ‘how to take care of cat’

- Simon is so absorbed that he doesnt even change after coming home. Just straight away searches for the tiniest cup to serve the kitten some water and empties out a random plastic organiser to be her makeshift litterbox

- I have a feeling Simon wont even bother naming her. Just calling her ‘kid’, ‘little one’, or just simply ‘cat’

- the 141 dont get officially introduced to the new addition to Simon’s life, so theyre surprised when they one day find his vest coat with thin scratched on them

- John is also particularly intrigued when he find Simon in the bathroom with the lower half of his mask undone while his fingers try to remove a strand of cat hair in his mouth muttering “ugh that lil cat”

- when they do finally get to know about his cat its in the cutest and surprising way possible: little kitty accidentally hid herself in Simon’s backpack and got brought to the 141 base

- Simon doesnt allow anybody to hold her more than a minute (and even during that minute he is extremely possessive)

- at night when Simon is particularly tired but not sleepy, he’ll have the cat, now all big and chubby walking all over his chest until she settled to keep her butt close to his face

- “be a little more ladylike, eh?” He uncharacteristically chuckles lightly swatting her butt away. Her purring eventually making him fall asleep

- in the mornings Simon always finds himself either suffocated under the weight of his chubby cat on his chest or finding her sprawled out taking up more than half of the bed

- and no matter how annoyed he acts, Simon loves his little cat <3

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One for my baby…

- saturday nights with Captain John Price

It was like any random Saturday evening, the pot on the stove bubbling with water and the rhythmic chop chops on the wooden cutting board. I weaved with practice through the tiny kitchen in my apartment, putting together my weekend special: meatball spaghetti.

John was in the living room, setting up the projector he’d bought last week for our movie tonight. His mutters, groans and sighs while figuring out the instructions made me giggle as I drained the pasta.

“John?” I called.

There was a pause, before “yes honey?”

“Could you get me a handtowel please?”

With an mhm I heard John heading into the bedroom.

Then, after a few minutes you heard a familiar jazzy melody—my favourite song. I let out a soft gasp turning my head to look, and there at the door to the kitchen stood none other than Price himself, in all his glory, a hand-towel held out for me as he smirked.

I chuckled, taking a hold before pulling him along with the towel closer to me. “Well well..”

“Well well, indeed.” His grin widened, a hand coming to hold onto my waist. “Shall we?”

“Wait-” i laughed quickly turning around and washing my sticky hands. I then ran back to him standing in the middle of the narrow kitchen before putting my hands on his chest. “Ok ready!”

He couldnt help the laugh that reverberated through him, with his head shaking as he pulled my hand snugly around his neck. John began swaying to the beat of the song, one large hand placed at the small of my back while the other held onto my hand.

I smiled up at him, my gaze softening at his loving stare. “John…dont look at me like that.”

“Like what?” He tilted his head.

“Like that.” I plafully nudged my hip to his.

He smiled and nudged back, but right before i pulled back causing him to falter in his step. I laughed looking at him huffing.

“C’mere u-” he dragged me to him by my hips, and i let out a small gasp.

We continued to sway to the song, humming to the tune of the song.

“Make it one for my baby,” John sang bringing a hand to caress my cheek.

“…and one more, for the road.” I sang back, slightly leaning on my tippie toes to peck his lips.

It was like any random Saturday evening, the pot on the stove bubbling with water and the rhytmic chop chops on the wooden cutting board. And the familiar sight of me and john enjoying each other’s company.

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(helo. this is actually my first ever time posting on tumblr. like ever. idk how to use this webstie and i feel like a noob so pls be kind. lets just hope my years on wattpad can help me adapt to tumblr lmOo)

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i was so fucking sad when i was 14 and now when i fold my laundry or see a pool of moonlight on the floor of my bedroom i know that miracles exist. i see love in everything. love sees everything in me too

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Amen 💓💗🫶🫶

Princess by birth ✨💕✨💕💗💗💕✨💕💕💕✨

Miguel O’Hara’s slut by choice ✨🤞🤞🫶✨🫶